One Direction: Preferences and Imagines (Tumblr)

"Can We Just Start Over Again"

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<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; box-sizing: border-box; border: 1px solid #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Harry: "Harry," he responded to your greeting, showing off the signature dimpled smile of his as your hand slotted into his. Harry's eyes flicked over you, already knowing he was going to have to properly thank the mutual friend that had suggested making this catch up dinner for the two of them into a group get together. Harry was also well aware of how quickly it took for someone to gain his attention - stumbling in love, his mother had always called it - and he just couldn't help taking notice of the curve of your smile and the dip of your lips and the bridge of your nose and the pretty color of your eyes. He noticed your mouth moving with words, too, but his brain was too caught up with how ironically neatly messy along your face and the way your hands were tucked nicely at your waistline, fingers on your right laced through the fingers on your left. "Harry?" Your friend called out, raising her voice enough and snapping two times by his ear to break the miniature trance Harry had gotten himself into. Harry's eyes widened momentarily, clearly startled by the outbreak before clearing his throat. He flashed a small smile to your friend who rolled her eyes at his actions, knowing full well Harry was already too far gone with you. "Sorry, I. I'm not going to be cheesy so I'm gonna go with bad memory?" He sucked his lower lip into his mouth. He shot a knowing look to your friend, the right corner of his mouth undeniably quirking up a bit when she let out a laugh, as he held his hand out for you again before murmuring, "Can we just start over again?" Without waiting for a proper response, he restated, "I'm Harry."</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; box-sizing: border-box; border-width: 0px 1px 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; box-sizing: border-box; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block;">Liam: "I wish we could just go back to the beginning," you noted with a humorless and weak laugh rolling out of your mouth afterward. The ache in your chest was beginning to get to be too much, but you couldn't force yourself to leave. Not yet. There was a small part of you that still hoped you could fix this. "There's so much that I would change, so many times I'd stop myself from getting mad and lots of things I would keep myself from saying - if only they had made time machines already." Liam's posture straightened out slightly, completely disregarding the more rational side of his brain that told him he was only letting himself fall even faster. "Well, we can just do that on our own, can't we?" He suggested. "I mean, it's not like we need an actual time machine. We can just have a little do-over between the two of us, completely forget everything else and just start new." He licked his lips nervously when his eyes glanced your way and all he saw was a blank expression. Liam inhaled deeply, mustering up all the courage he had left in his system before speaking up. "Can we just start over again?" Liam asked softly, tilting his head to the right some as his shoulders bunched up in an unsure manner. "I mean, it can't really get any worse than it is right now, right?" After a moment's hesitation, you nodded your head, holding your hand out for him to take. "I'm [Y/N]," you greeted, small smile already playing out along your lips. Liam's smile soon followed as he slid his hand into yours, giving it a short shake as he said, "I'm Liam." You tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear as you nodded, murmuring, "Well, it's nice to meet you, Liam."</li>